Electra studied the objects that she had in front of her

Disclaimer: K, I have taken a wee bit from the film, Legend, which of course does not belong to me. There is however a poem in this that I made up, and please don't flame me for it cos poetry is not my strong point. But it's a spell so it had to kind of rhyme. I'm making no money from this, which is still a damn shame! And the only character that does belong to me is Electra.

Electra studied the objects that she had in front of her. Lying on a table were things that she needed. Objects to help her rid them of the girl. Objects to help kill her. Making sure that she had everything that she needed, the girls book, the one that she so lovingly carried everywhere with her, a small crystal belonging to Jareth, wine from the table that they had had their fun filled dinner at. An occasion that Electra had watched with such delight, until she got caught. Her cauldron of course. A piece of black cloth and a box of matches, once again taken from Sarah. She would cast Jareth's love spell; Sarah would love him, and die in doing so.

"Are you ready?" He growled.

"Yes. You need to leave."

"No! I'm staying."

"You can't. The spell won't work with you in the room. You do want her to love you don't you?"

"You better not try anything Electra. I'm warning you!"

"Oooh a warning." She looked him in the eye. "How many times is that now that you have threatened me Jareth?" His name said with such contempt.

"Just cast your spell, Electra!"

Leaving the room, Jareth slammed the door. "As you wish."

Striking a match, Electra placed the flame to a corner of the black cloth that hung over the cauldron.

Black as midnight

Black as pitch

Rid us of this Mortal witch!

Next came the wine in a chalice. Another match was struck and placed inside. The wine took light, and Electra continued.

Flames rise high

Flames grow bright

Let her heart now take flight!

As the last lines of the spell were being cast, the crystal and book were thrown in.

Bring this mortal now to die

Let this be her last love sigh

Release us from her mortal grip

With the first kiss of her lip

Electra sat back and watched the flames dull down to a thin whisper of smoke. The spell was to start immediately, but not before Electra gave Jareth a warning.

"JARETH!"

A few seconds passed before he barged into her room again. "Is it done?"

"Yes, it is done. But there is something that you should know." But Sarah entered the room before she could say.

"Jareth! I feel weird. What did you do to me?" He rushed to her side and cradled her in his arms.

"What I said I would. I'm making you love me." He bent down his head to kiss her.

"Wait!" Turning his head, Jareth glared at Electra. "The spell has a catch Jareth. You can't kiss her!"

"WHAT?" Placing Sarah in the care of his goblins, Jareth grabbed Electra by the throat. "I warned you Electra!"

"Kill me!" She dared him.

"Change the spell. NOW!"

"NO! You asked for a spell, I delivered."

"Change it or die."

"Kill me! I dare you Jareth. Do it!" He let her go. "You're pathetic. You got what you wanted. She loves you; you just can't kiss her. Karma's a bitch, my lord." Electra smiled at Jareth, pulling out of his grasp. "Hoggle was warned not to let her kiss him, as were you. Only my punishment worked better than yours did."

He slapped her once again around the face, then clicked his way out of the room. "You will die soon enough Electra. That I promise you."

"I look forward to the day, my lord."